Wu Biqiong didn't expect Sun Shaoheng to question her identity directly.
She quickly suppressed her inner surprise and countered directly: "Just because I encouraged you to assassinate Saint Lu, you suspect my identity?"
"You really are such a bitch."
Sun Shaoheng sighed: "Over the years, I've given you no shortage of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, yet you never even asked before wanting me dead?"
"Asked?" Wu Biqiong showed a curious expression: "We're not a Daoist couple, why would I need your consent?"
"We've at least kissed, haven't we?"
"What does that signify?" Wu Biqiong mocked, looking at him: "You don't think I kissed someone for the first time, do you?"
"How could it not be?" Sun Shaoheng got up and moved behind Wu Biqiong: "Even if it's a possessed body, since I control it, how could I let a lower realm peasant touch it?"
As he finished speaking, he placed his hands on Wu Biqiong's shoulders: "Don't you agree?"
